Sabriel soon entered the hospital wing, a smile plastered on his face. Nicolas was going to get an engagement ring... oh, this was hilarious, in his opinion. He laughed inwardly, and walked toward where Mery was, taking a seat next to her bed, his tail hanging over the side of the chair. "Hi, Mery," he said.
By now, Nicolas was running toward the city to find a jeweler. He sighed, looking around. Why didn't there seem to be one when he needed one? He groaned, and continued running down the sidewalks, trying to find someplace where he could get her a decent, gorgeous ring. She had to have the best, after all.